"But if anything should happen here?" The tears flashed in Rosalind's eyes, and she clung a moment to his hand. "He will hardly be troubled by daylight, and this evening he can send up a rocket if any one molests him. Go ahead, Ijima!" As we cleared Battle Orchard and sped on toward Glenarm there was a sting in the wind, and Lake Annandale had fretted itself into foam. We saw the _Stiletto_ running prettily before the wind along the Glenarm shore, and I stopped the engine before crossing her wake and let the launch jump the waves. Helen would not, I hoped, believe me capable of attempting to palm off Rosalind on Miss Pat; and I had no wish to undeceive her. My passenger had wrapped herself in my mackintosh and taken my cap, so that at the distance at which we passed she was not recognizable. Sister Margaret was waiting for us at the Glenarm pier. I had been a little afraid of Sister Margaret. It was presuming a good deal to take her into the conspiracy, and I stood by in apprehension while she scrutinized Rosalind. She was clearly bewildered and drew close to the girl, as Rosalind threw off the wet mackintosh and flung down the dripping cap. "Will she do, Sister Margaret?" "I believe she will; I really believe she will!" And the Sister's face brightened with relief. She had a color in her face that I had not seen before, as the joy of the situation took hold of her. She was, I realized, a woman after all, and a young woman at that, with a heart not hardened against life's daily adventures. "It is time for luncheon. Miss Pat expects you, too." "Then I must leave you to instruct Miss Holbrook and carry off the first meeting. Miss Holbrook has been--" "--For a long walk"--the Sister supplied--"and will enter St. Agatha's parlor a little tired from her tramp. She shall go at once to her room--with me. I have put out a white gown for her; and at luncheon we will talk only of safe things." "And I shall have this bouquet of sweet peas," added Rosalind, "that I brought from a farmer's garden near by, as an offering for Aunt Pat's birthday. And you will both be there to keep me from making mistakes." "Then after luncheon we shall drive until Miss Pat's birthday dinner; and the dinner shall be on the terrace at Glenarm, which is even now being decorated for a fête occasion. And before the night is old Helen shall be back. Good luck attend us all!" I said; and we parted in the best of spirits. I had forgotten Gillespie, and was surprised to find him at the table in my room, absorbed in business papers. "'Button, button, who's got the button!'" he chanted as he looked me over. "You appear to have been swimming in your clothes. I had my mail sent out here. I've got to shut down the factory at Ponsocket. The thought of it bores me extravagantly. What time's luncheon?" "Whenever you ring three times. I'm lunching out."